Well, we've had the introductions, so let's get straight down to the action. Start how you mean to go on, on a barstool. Actually this picture took some getting, to get the bear and the airport sign in the same shot meant setting up the chair in the concourse, doing contortions to get the shot right, people walking round us, and Starbucks thinking we were nicking their chair. We didn't buy him a coffee at their prices!
We're in resort now, scanned the menu at the Foreigners Bar, and decided to have a liquid lunch. Being civilised for a change we have a little wine...
Oh what the heck - reverting to type, the greedy bear goes for it! Note how the menu is carelessly cast aside...
Now let's go posing... hope he can get this going before the owner comes back. Slight problem of reaching the handlebars...
Naah, too dangerous that. An electric bike would be better. Remember to unplug battery before setting off...
Back to the hotel that night, and we're still hitting the pop! This is Coke with a beer chaser. The beer is St Josef's, which was brewed on the premises until a couple of years ago. Gildo is standing by with the water to rehydrate Little Bear, plus coffee to wash the aspirins down with...
Bit of fresh air, and culture now. "You won't get me near that thing (in the background), it might erupt. It trashed the town last time..."
Feeling very much like an old ruin, we sit on one and sacrifice ourselves to the god of..... well it ought to be Bacchus I suppose...
Hey, we've pulled! After an arduous climb up Vesuvius by their owners, it's love at first sight, peeping out of respective rucksacks... The lady is Lillian, the owner of the love of his life (this week)...
Aaaah, ain't that cosy. There was a soul record in the 70s called Love on a Mountain Top, wasn't there? These two are soon going to need oxygen...
Oh dear, on the Isle of Capri, and we're in trouble! It can't be speeding, there aren't any roads apart from at the quay, and he hasn't been here long enough to get drunk. Note how the policemen are trying desperately to conceal the Smart car they've been issued with...
At the gala dinner on the last night, we make a total show of ourselves and get legless! No comment except to ask who slept in the rucksack all the way back to England?
